Suburban dirtballs of the 1980s are a lost culture, worthy of academic study, that disappeared abruptly, leaving mysterious artifacts for future generations to work over. Think of them as, say, the ancient Mayans, only with mullets.

Le Mans is the racing movie of choice according to you, so it is more than appropriate to suggest the film as a stocking stuffer for the racing fan. Sure, there's no dialogue for the first 38 minutes. But wouldn't dialogue just interfere with glorious sounds coming out of the Porches and Ferraris?